He sat at the table, with his cup of tea in front of him, unable to look at James. It was all happening too fast. The chance encounter, the phone call, the invitation. What were they going to do next, get down on the floor and hump each other like animals in heat? He shook his head, trying to brush off those inappropriate thoughts.

"So... Tell me something about you." James said, trying to break the tension.

"Um..." Blake took the cup in his hand gently stirring the warm liquid inside with the spoon. "What's the matter, Blake, cat got your tongue?" He sure seemed gusty yesterday, when he was rude to James, and now he was as quiet as a mouse.
"I... I... um..." He put the cup back on the table, and looked James straight in the eye, taking a deep breath before going on "I know this is going to sound like a very personal question, but I was hoping you could tell me why you broke up with your lover."

James shrugged. "You know, usual stuff. He didn't love me any more."

"He didn't love you anymore? How can you stop loving someone, if you claim to love them in the first place?" Blake suddenly realized he'd gotten all worked up over James's words. But he couldn't help feeling outraged, even by his response. "And you accepted that so easily?"

Again, James shrugged. "I guess... But, whatever. What about you? Do you have anyone?"

Again he went, with that indifferent tone of voice and attitude, changing the subject, like it was something as dreary as talking about the weather! It started ticking him off. He just couldn't let the matter go. He got up in a hurry, hitting the table, and nearly spilling the tea from his cup. "You guess? What's wrong with you? Don't you feel anything at all about the man you were in a relationship, not long ago?"

James cocked an eyebrow, and lifted his shirt, showing a scar on his stomach. "He did that. That answer your question?"

Blake felt the need to sit down, as his legs began to wobble, at the sight of that scar. "Did he... stab you? W... What did he do...?"

"Yeah... We had a huge argument, and he decided to grab... You know what? Forget it."